Sorry for the late update! more to come :)
"Wow." I say out-loud, not believing the odds today.
I grab the napkin, he wrote his number on and dial it, praying he picks up.
"Dicky's auto shop." His voice answers.
I smile in the phone.
"Hello, I'm looking for a Stefan Salvatore, I believe he fixes cars." I say, teasing him to lighten the mood.
I hear him chuckle and it relaxes me.
"Yes, this is him." He says, going along with my joke.
"So, remember my disgusting truck?" I ask.
"of course." he says.
"Well it kind of broke down and I'm going to be late for work."
"That sucks." He says.
"Yeah, I know, any chance you have time to fix it?" I ask, hopeful.
I can hear him smiling through the phone. "Yeah, sure let me grab the tow truck and I'll meet you there."
"Okay." I say.
"Bye." He says, hanging up.
I wait all but five minutes until I hear a honk, I look out my dusty window to see Stefan and his tow truck behind me.
He gets out and I hate to admit it but looks devastatingly handsome in his green t-shirt and black jeans. He greet mes in a cute way, even though I hate to admit it.
"That was fast." I comment.
He just smile at me.
I can't help but smile back.
"Let me just hook you up." he says, but I can he is in pain from his ankle.
"here, let's play student and teacher." I suggest, getting out and standing next to him.
He furrows his brows at me in confusion.
"Tell me how to tow someone." I add, smiling up at him.
"Ok, first you take the chord." He shows it to me and I listen intently.
"And you hook it up to this part right here." He says, gently laying his hand over mine, to guide me where to hook it.
I hide my blushing.
I hear a click and I know it's in, I quickly pull away but give him a smile.
"Thank you." I say, meaning it.
"I figured I owed you one, you know since you babysat me last night." he says, limping back to his truck.
I follow him, suppressing a giggle.
"Well, thank you anyways." I say sincerely.
We climb into his truck and he starts the engine, glancing over at me.
"You're always welcome, Elena." He says.
I look out the window, secretly smiling to myself.
Somewhere in the back of my mind a sentence echos
"Maybe this is reality."
Stefan
My boss furrows his eyebrows at my limping, but doesn't say anything-I know he's been too patient with me, and he'll probably cut off some of my salary at the end of the month for being late again, but he won't fire me, at least I hope so. Just after I've began working on an old truck, I hear the phone ring and limp to get it, since everyone else are too busy and I'm the one closest to it.
"Dicky's auto shop." I grunt unpleasantly because of the pain in my leg which is getting worse, contrary to what I thought it should be by now.
"Hello, I'm looking for a Stefan Salvatore, I believe he fixes cars." I hear her voice and my breath gets stuck in my throat. I can't believe this is happening. We only separated a couple of hours ago and I thought I'll never see her again. Okay, let's take a deep breath-her calling doesn't mean anything.
"Yes, this is him." I continue with her joke because it makes me actually smile and I've forgotten what this feels like
"So, you remember my disgusting truck? she asks and I let a small laugh out
"Of course" I remember everything about her. Every little thing, even if I was so drunk back then.
"Well it kind of broke down and I'm going to be late for work."
Well that explains why she's calling. I'm sure she wasn't eager to do that, but she remembered I was a mechanic and she needed help so she decided to call me. I have absolutely nothing against it of course, if it means that I'll get to see her again.
"That sucks." I respond realizing how stupid it sounds, but I say it nonetheless because I'm an idiot.
"Yeah, I know, any chance you have time to fix it." I distinguish her hopeful optimistic voice and the next thing I know, I promise that I'm going to get in my tow truck andget to her as soon as I can. When I arrive at the address she gave me she looks surprised that I'm here so soon. I limp myself out of the truck but she sees that I have a hard time doing my job so she decides to play a game and let me teach her what to do. When our hands touch once I'm trying to show her where to put the hook, I feel this strange electricity go through me and I swear I caught her staring at me intensely while I was looking down her broken truck and applying pressure to the hook so she could do it right. When I let her go, she looks around us uncomfortably, feeling as if she did something wrong here, when in reality this is the closest I've felt to anyone in such a long time. I see her blush and I want to tease her, but my heart doesn't allow me to-I don't want to offend her in anyway. I don't want to be some idiot who does all those things to girls, annoys them and thinks how great he is-this is stupid, I can't be like that. Not with her.
I drive her to work and get outside to say goodbye.
